Annie thought Ben would be forever trusty
But Ben hain't been married nigh on two year now
~ 'haps he's jist a bit rusty
Categories:
trusty, giggle, language, marriage, trust,
Form: Rhyme
At Trusty Trump Take Aim
At trusty Trump we must take aim;
Poor upset child has him to blame;
Do cry and cry;
Must know why;
Should stop using in political game.
Jim Horn
Categories:
trusty, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
My trusty coat is ages old.
For years, it’s kept me from the cold
But time is sometimes cruel, I find,
And to my coat, it’s not been kind.
The shoulder pads look out of style
(That’s been the case for quite a while)
And near the pocket, there’s a tear
Which I expect might make folks stare.
The lining I have had replaced
Ten years ago, so not a waste,
Yet now, alas, that’s ripping, too;
There’s nothing more that I can do.
Although this garment I do prize
It’s only worn for exercise
On morning walks with jogging pants
When no one gives a second glance.
I’ve other jackets, newer coats,
Though none would float as many boats
As this, but now I can’t deny
The time has come to say goodbye.
Categories:
trusty, clothes,
Form: Rhyme
My trusty pencil helps me out
At crossword puzzle time.
It also comes in handy
When I'm working on a rhyme.
A ball point pen just wouldn't do -
That really is the case -
For I would be at quite a loss
If I could not erase!
Categories:
trusty, writing,
Form: Rhyme
An evil witch dons her witch’s hat tonight
Where there are black spiders crawling with fright
They scatter all down her great dower face
They skitter about the ground, every place
In the witch’s cold hands is a lit pumpkin
Starting with hatred, there’s some evil sin
All throughout this pumpkin, fear does evolve
Just darkness emits from that which revolves
Lightning flashes and thunder peels on in
Passersby get a glimpse of what’s within
They run with a fear unlike any seen
For they noticed the witch’s face has turned green
With loud cackle she rides her trusty broom
Off to some victims’ house to spell out doom
Russell Sivey
Categories:
trusty, halloween,
Form: Sonnet
With my hand I tell a story,
Releasing the pain hidden beneath my heart,
I will confess my deepest desires,
Showing the light through the dark,
I will not become a shadow,
My voice will be heard,
With my hand my soul flies free,
Soaring with the angelic birds,
Gods has given me a gift,
That has saved this mortal mind,
Allowing my humanity to stay intact,
Through these disquieting times,
I have found my essence,
With this magical hand,
I can see the mystical creatures,
That now hide below land,
I have been thought the labyrinth,
Searching for the answers to life,
And with my vigorous hand,
I have found the meaning of life,
With this Hand I am complete,
Rewriting the world in a sonnet,
Knowing the secrets of this world,
With this hand I am a Poet
Categories:
trusty, adventure, fantasy, hope, life,
Form: I do not know?
An ol’ cowboy long ago said:
In this life are few things you need—
Just a gun, a knife, warm blanket,
A good saddle and trusty steed.
Oh, you might want a few dollars,
Some Arbuckle joe and a pot—
But there’s the vast starry ol’ sky—
You’ll not fret ‘bout what you ain’t got.
Your night music is coyotes
And the rustle of things that creep—
Hard leather will be your pillow
As the wind and night bless your sleep.
An ol’ cowboy long ago said:
In this life are few things you need—
Just a gun, a knife, warm blanket,
A good saddle and trusty steed.
Categories:
trusty, cowboy-westernnight, life, night,
Form: Cowboy Poetry